Break on Through…

Posted in August 9 with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 13, 2009 by nativeamericanspiritchasers

These are actual photos taken in a cemetery in Oklahoma

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It began with the glowing of my friend

glowing so bright

so beautiful

this magnificent light

this energy

this love

it touched me

as I hope it touches you

now I know

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Humankind has not woven the web of life.
We are but one thread within it.
Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
All things are bound together.
All things connect.

Chief Seattle, 1854

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LOVE is Limitless Oscillating Vibrational Energy ❤

You will feel the energy…

Glowing BackIt ArrivesRed Orb Above Mark's HeadFeeling the Red OrbThe Glow Red OrbRed OrbRed Orb Streaming EctoplasmStreaming EctoplasmRed OrbRed OrbRed Orb Leaving

There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom traveled,
which leads to an unknown, secret place.
The old people came literally to love the soil,
and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of
being close to a mothering power.
Their teepees were built upon the earth
and their altars were made of earth.
The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing.
That is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of
propping himself up and away from its life giving forces.
For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply
and to feel more keenly. He can see more clearly into the mysteries of
life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him.

Chief Luther Standing Bear

Love Your Earth

“The God of love… shall be with you.”

The Holy Bible,   2 Corinthians 13:11

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“If you love all things, you will also attain the divine mystery that is in all things. For then your ability to perceive the truth will grow every day, and your mind will open itself to an all-embracing love”

-Fydor Dostoyevsky

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And truth can live beyond its age… beyond its time and space.
Limitless possibility exists in exactly every moment of creation.
Wherever the voice of Love calls you, follow it.
However Truth knocks upon your door, open it.
“Eternity in an hour” and ’spirit’ on the Internet. These two concepts are not so far apart.

–Emmanuel

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The Blackbird

Posted in August 9 with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 12, 2009 by nativeamericanspiritchasers

Gif eyes Images

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The last two photos below were taken of a blackbird in a tree, moments apart, first photo shows one light, second photo shows two, they almost look like two glowing eyes looking right at you, (the flash on the camera would not work) if you look closely you’ll see the faint outline of the old dead tree.  The blackbird flew around a few times and landed at the end of a broken off limb, stayed there awhile, that’s when we left.

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‘Blackbird singing in the dead of night, Take these broken wings and learn to fly,

All your life, You were only waiting for this moment to arise’

The Beatles “White Album” 1968

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The blackbird is symbolic of omens and mysticism, fear and promise.


Flash of light on groundFlash of light in grassFlash of light in airBlackbird in tree, shows up as bright light (Flash would not work)Same blackbird moments later, now showing 2 lights (Flash would not work)

The Grackle

The grackle’s voice is less than mellow,

His heart is black, his eye is yellow,

He bullies more attractive birds

With hoodlum deeds and vulgar words,

And should a human interfere,

Attacks that human in the rear.

I cannot help but deem the grackle

An ornithological debacle.

- Ogden Nash


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Orbs Captured in Photos

Posted in August 9 with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 10, 2009 by nativeamericanspiritchasers
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The term orb is the popular name given to typically circular anomalies appearing in photographs. In photography and video, orbs appear to be balls, diamonds, or smears of light with an apparent size in the image ranging from a golfball to a basketball. Orbs sometimes appear to be in motion, leaving a trail behind them.

Many believe the orbs found in photos are ghosts or spirits, some form of energy.

Orbs in trees (No Flash)Orbs by truckOrb hovering above truckOrbs around Spirit HouseOrbs floating above crossGlowing orb above graveLarge orb hovering above cross

You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle,
and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles,
and everything and everything tries to be round.

In the old days all our power came to us from the sacred hoop
of the nation and so long as the hoop was unbroken the people
flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop,
and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The east gave peace
and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave rain and the north
with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance. This
knowledge came to us from the outer world with our religion.

Everything the power of the world does is done in a circle.
The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball
and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls.
Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.
The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon
does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great
circle in their changing and always come back again to where they were.

The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is
in everything where power moves. Our teepees were round like the
nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation’s hoop,
a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children.

Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux 1863-1950

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Now it is the time of night

That the graves, all gaping wide,

Every one lets forth his sprite

In the church-way paths to glide.

-WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”


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